AN: There is more throwing up in this chapter and Mic is still his charming lovely self. - Dix
Chapter 14 - Knock Out
Mac stopped in her office just long enough to pick up her purse, then she headed for the elevator. She caught up to Mic as he was getting into his car. He was parked in a visitor stall, near the guard post. She called his name as she got close, he turned then and leaned on the open door.
"Hello luv." He said with a warm smile.
"Who told you that Renee was pregnant?" Her face with twisted with pain.
"I don't know, I was having drinks with some mates. I heard it then." He watched her digest this misinformation.
"It can't be true." She said in a whisper.
He reached out and took her by the arm. "Sarah, you have to face the truth. She's pregnant. They're going to have a baby together. They're going to be together."
"You seem so sure, Mic. If it's really his baby why would you know and he wouldn't? If she really wants him to come back to her, why would he hear about it from you." Mic shrugged. "I think it's a lie, just like your mother." She said.
"What about my mother?" He asked.
"Your mother didn't have a stroke. I called your brother" His grip on her arm tightened. "I wanted to send flowers to the hospital. Davy didn't know what I was talking about."
Mic shrugged. "He wouldn't give out personal information to a stranger on the telephone."
"It's a lie." She repeated.
"You've got it all wrong Sarah. Rabb doesn't want you. And now," he said with a sneer "That Renee's pregnant, you'll find out how he really feels. You need me. You'll beg me to come back."
She tried to pull his hand away but he didn't let go. "We're all finished. Mic. I'm not coming back." Her raised voice attracted an MP standing duty at the guard house.
"Don't be stupid Sarah." Mic said in a threatening whisper pulling her close. "Harm doesn't want you. Of course you're coming back. Who'll marry you if I don't?"
She tried to hit him then. It was an opened handed slap. He let go of her arm, blocked the blow and landed one of his own across her jaw with a clenched fist. She staggered backward, slipping out of his reach forever; tumbling backwards and onto the ground, momentarily limp and bloody. He stood over her. He reached down to pull her to her feet, but she scrambled backward across the pavement trying to get away or to stand up. Her momentum and his grasp carried him down beside and on top of her. "You bitch" He said as he fell, knocking the wind out of her. She did all she could to defend herself, but he landed a couple more punches to the face, before the military police officer tackled him.
He was still swinging when he got to his feet. Rather than pull his service pistol, the MP who was a head taller and outweighed Brumby by 40 pounds, hit him twice in the belly. Mic doubled over, moaned and vomited beside his car. In a moment, the officer had him cuffed. A second MP followed the first. He helped Colonel Mackenzie to her feet. Her stockings were shredded, her shoes scuffed, the strap of her purse torn off and her uniform and jacket were torn and stained with road dirt and blood. There was a dark purple bruise on her jaw bone, and her bottom lip was swollen and welling blood.
By the time Rabb left the building an hour later, Colonel Sarah Mackenzie had been loaded into an ambulance, and the MP's had turned Mic Brumby over to the DC police.
AN: I didn't want someone to come to Mac's rescue, she's a marine after all, trained in combat. But wearing heels and skirt, facing her ex-fiance in broad daylight, I'm going with the "she never saw it coming" defence. Thanks for reading. - Dix